The Sea and The Moon

Chapter 11 - The Third Plan

(15 minutes before)

She opened his bandage carefully, and then she saw his wound. It was bleeding again.

"I'll clean it first before I put some medicine on it. Please tell me if it hurts so much, okay?"

He nodded.

She then used a clean cloth to clean the blood from his skin, and he grimaced in pain. "I am sorry, but just endure it for a while, okay? I am trying not to hurt you and do this as soft as I can." She said sympathetically before continued to treat his wound.

After drying his wound with another clean cloth, she then took his ointment and put it on her finger before she put the ointment along his wound. As soft as she could, and as slow as she could.

Unbeknownst to her, his feeling got worsened. Feeling her fingers on his skin, he was burning, as he felt that the air in the room was going to get thinner and thinner, resulting in him to have some difficulties in breathing properly. And while she did it as slow as she could to lessen his pain, she didn't know that in reality, it was indeed torture for him.

A slow torture.

He couldn't help to think about how does it feel if those fingers of hers were touching his other body part.

Well...

Whatever body part it is... especially... uhm... well... especially...

Damn!!!

Stop your pervert mind, Dylan!!!

Inhale...

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Exhale...

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"Is it hurts?" She asked again, aware of his heavy breathing.

He only nodded.

"I am sorry." She said again. "I never thought that she would do something like this to you."

Silence.

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"Finished." She smiled before she put a loose strand of her hair to the back of her ear, and accidentally left a little trace of the ointment at her hair.

He noticed.

"Uhm..." he suddenly said.

"Yes?"

"There're some ointment at your hair."

Her eyes widened in surprise. "Eh? Really?"

He nodded.

She tried to get the ointment, but she failed.

"Uhm... a little to the left." He said.

She did what he said. "Already?"

He shook his head, "Not yet. Slightly upwards."

She did what he said, but still... the ointment was still there.

He furrowed his brows.

Should I help her?

No... No... No...

I shouldn't.

I shouldn't!

No...

Don't!

"Let me help you." He said suddenly and as soon as he finished his words, he muttered a curse inside his head.